..."you will be tested on how severely you should be tortured. This will be done by fighting a famous gang in the old cathedral. See how much you can stand! Your names, please."
So they found themselves on a stage like-area in a dark, huge, cathedral, and soon heard the echoe of a voice crack the silence, echoing around the room.
"WELL, WELL, WELL!" they looked and saw a ghostly figure, dressed in white and holding a big, black, stick, approach slowly out of the shadows. It was Anton the Penguin! No, it was a relative. They looked incredibly similar.
"Well if it isn't fat, stinking, stupid old Camillus Don in the flesh! How art thou! Thou globby barrel of cheap, stinking, moat oil!" cried Anton's relative.
Cam looked up in fear at him, also anger, as this figure insulted him.
"Hey Cam! Come and get one in your egg-sacs!!! If you have any of 'em thou eunuch, jelly thou! My name is Antwone le Penguine, and we challenge you fools to a fight! We invite you to fight back! LET'S GET 'EM, BOYS!" Out came three others from the shadows wearing white, 2 holding big black metal sticks, and one with a painful-looking chain.
Cam was booted onto the floor and kicked in the face. Geoff was flung high into the air and met the ground with a chain smashing him as he went. Within minutes the four of the gang were slamming sticks straight down into the 5 time-travellers. KA-THUD! KA-THUD! WHIP-CHAIN! AAAAH! BANG! KA-THUD! They were being smashed up with sticks. Antwone was screaming his war-cry.
"Thank-you Antwone, that will be quite enough for now! Take them to the torture chambers and do what you want with them, but keep them alive!!!" this was the voice of Lord Sixer, and Antwone did so.
But that is a story that can come later. Now for the World War II accounts.
Partagas looked around and saw himself in the crowd of Hitler supporters, as Hitler marched passed proudly. Beside him was the other four. Berlin, 1939. War has begun.
Partagas said:

-Penguin